Fred. It may be so.
She's free, as you, or I am, and may have
By that Prerogative, a liberal choice
In the bestowing of her love.
Lod. Bestowing?
If it be so, she has bestow'd her self
Upon a trim youth, Piso, what do you call him?
Piso. Why, Captain Jacomo.
Lod. O, Captain Jack-boy,
That is the Gentleman.
Fred. I think he be
A Gentleman at worst.
Lod. So think I too,
Would he would mend, Sir.
Fred. And a tall one too.
Lod. Yes, of his teeth; for of my faith I think
They are sharper than his sword, and dare do more
If the Buff meet him fairly.
Fred. Very well.
Piso. Now do I wonder what she means to do
When she has married him.